At the end of the day, I wouldn’t change the way I feel. In a weird way, I enjoy being like this. It drags my life down, it hurts me, and that’s exactly what I love about it. I hate myself and enjoy these bad things. Not sure if others feel the same way.
Y’all keep on keeping’ on
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I understand 100%. It’s almost comforting, kind of like an addiction.
I wouldn’t say I’m masochistic and enjoy being happy, I just hate everything else that makes me unhappy which is often people and how society works…
I like myself and wish other people did too, the real me…